there's a difference when you smile
for all around makes sense
through the light in your crinkled eyes
I think I see
the clear blue skies and terracotta merge
giving birth to a whole spectrum of rainbow
complete with its pot of gold.
the same warm glint reveals
the sun to be more
than a hermitical ball that got lost in the sky,
no longer far too hot to know no more
than loneliness, rather
a deep, eternal ode to the flames and sparks
that dance intertwined
beneath the pool of milky way in your soul.

love, nia.